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Canary Yellow Vortex has arrived! The songs here on MySpace are currently being re-tracked, remixed and remastered. Most will appear on our debut album, "BLIMBO" in November 2009. Biographical information, photographs and more songs with offensively silly lyrics that will get us into all sorts of trouble will be appear before then. We apologize for the wait but hopefully it will be worth it! The new songs will include: "Godamn You Woman" - a little ditty about the somewhat interesting consequences of a man being unfaithful in a relationship. "The Ballad Of Kevin Saunders" - an Irish folk song about an imaginary childhood friend that steals the protagonist's sweetheart and favourite toys. "Appalachian Love Song" - a dark and brooding bluegrass-influenced tune about a warped perception of true love. "Please Don't Smite Me Baby Jesus" - an eighties heavy metal tune. "Where Are My Special Equations?" - a fitting tribute to Bjork. "Misplaced Woman Blues" - The tale of a confused man looking around the house for a missing girlfriend that never existed in the first place. "Dan Emo" - A nasty "tribute" to Emo culture. Also to appear is a punk song entitled "I'm More Depressed Than Kurt Kobain". Does humour belong in music? Well, we believe so! Hope you enjoy the songs. Lyrical content is NOT intended to be taken seriously. Feel free to leave a comment. Hide Myspace music player

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Member Since: 20/07/2007
Band Website: www.myspace.com/canaryyellowvortex
Band Members: Music by Raymond Luxury Yacht and Barry Stannole, lyrics by Alan Kazam and Theopholus P. Wildebeast.
Influences: Frank Zappa, The Beatles, The Police, Miles Davis, U2, John Coltrane, Van Halen, Midnight Oil, Prince, Bob Brozman, Tenacious D, Pink Floyd, Ennio Morricone, Ween, Jeff Lang, James Damon, The Darkness, The Cure, Fantomas, Charles Mingus, Angelo Badalamenti, Ledward Kapaana, Jimi Hendrix, Allan Holdsworth, John Scofield, Adrian Belew, Wayne Shorter.
Sounds Like: A bunch of guys who grew up in Moonah.
Record Label: Very Poo Music
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Jungle Diary: Day 64

This morning the wretched smell of hippopotamus excrement still emanates from Graham and his camping equipment. We are all soaked to the skin after last night's torrential rain.When I finally slept ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 06:17:00 GMT

Jungle Diary: Day 63

Before we could arrange our camp and set the tents up for the evening, down poured the furious harbinger of the rainy season in torrents. We regarded with resignation the raindrops beating the soil in...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 21:48:00 GMT

Jungle Diary: Day 62

Graham has isolated himself in his tent this evening. Twice I have had to walk over and put an end to the tuneless, Dylanesque murmurings emerging from where he lies. With paper made from dried Hippop...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 19:43:00 GMT

Jungle Diary: Day 61

Today on the trail we met robust Afrikaans by the name of Graham. He had a talent for words. Unfortunately most of it had a style not dissimilar to the verbal spewage of Jack Kerouac and William Burro...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 00:32:00 GMT

Jungle Diary: Day 60

Five more of our donkeys died last night from the effects of the water of Marenga Mkali. I myself was finally compelled to lie a-bed with an attack of acute dysentery which brought me to the verge of ...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 15:52:00 GMT

Jungle Diary: Day 59

While we were striding onward, at the rate of nearly three miles an hour, the caravan I perceived sheered off from the road, resuming it about fifty yards ahead of something on the road, to which the ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 17:34:00 GMT

Jungle Diary: Day 58

I mustered the entire caravan outside the tembe, our flags and streamers were unfurled, the men had their loads resting on the walls, there was considerable shouting, and laughing, and fanfaronnade. S...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 19:45:00 GMT

Jungle Diary: Day 57

We arrived at Madete at 4 P.M. yesterday evening, minus two donkeys. Following complaints of  loneliness from the men I was obliged to send Farquhar off on my own riding-ass to the village of Mpw...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 03:45:00 GMT

Jungle Diary: Day 56

The miasmatic jungle with its noxious emissions feels like it is closing in on us. Robert will not work. I cannot get him to stir himself. I have petted him and coaxed him; I have even cooked little l...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 19:34:00 GMT

Jungle Diary: Day 55

Our tongues have assumed a yellowish, sickly hue, coloured almost to blackness; even our teeth have become yellow, and are coated with an offensive matter. Despite this desperate state of affairs we h...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 01:09:00 GMT